Then, I found Trippingfest.
As you can see, I've become quite obsessed. The one below looks to me like a space vortex.
I've also been using my artistic ability in other ways, for example:
Here is the second installment of my ideal gallery.
"Art is the sex of the imagination" ~George J. Nathan
Damon Soule, of course.
Ted Vasin
Inka Essenhigh
Robert Hardgrave
Irina Vinnick
Synack's Underground
This artist sneaks into the old drainage tunnels in his home country of Australia to produce these extraordinary photos. Synack uses LED lights, sets for an extra long exposure time, and personally runs through the tunnels to create this lit-up magnificence. While he is not running through the tunnels, he is running away from angry policemen.
http://www.emptykingdom.com/main/featured/synack/
I'm about to get all philosophical on you.
Since the earth is one, and all of our energy is part of a larger whole, everything we do effects everything else that occurs on earth. For example, you coughing right now could cause the paper on your desk to flutter away which would cause your mom to come upstairs and ask about the ruckus which dominoed to your brother running down the block without pants on, etc, which would eventually cause the Blackhawks to win the Stanley Cup in all of ONE MINUTE.
You may wonder how such minuscule energies could cause something halfway around the world to happen. The butterfly effect, if you will, would have to occur extremely fast for your cough to eventually cause the Hawks to seize victory.
But, if time was slowed down, I mean way down, to a .00000000000000000001 of a second, then distance would no longer matter. If we were able to see that slowly, we could see every little chain event that led up to Kane's game winning goal.
What if humans are actually living in a false sense of time?
What if we live in fast motion?
What if we live in slow motion?
Now that is a Trippingfest.
"Why, when a housefly flaps his wings, a breeze goes round the world; when a speck of dust falls to the ground, the entire planet weighs a little more; and when you stamp your foot, the earth moves slightly off its course. Whenever you laugh, gladness spreads like the ripples in a pond; and whenever you're sad, no one anywhere can really be happy."
~The Phantom Tollboth by Norton Juster